me: *thinking* oh God how can she go on and on about her damn roses? i wonder where he bought those shoes? i wish i could be like declan and just tune everybody out and color all day. is she still talking about her fucking roses? is that chocolate cheesecake, ohh i want a slice of that! here i am in hell listening to a woman with no lips talk about roses. thank God keith doesn't know what i'm thinking otherwise i'm screwed! oh thank God she stopped...nope were still talking about fucking roses. i am seriously in hell... 
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